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A/N: Sorry it's been so long. Jeez my story needs serious editing. lol

Chapter ten: Chapter Six

Harry couldn't wait. He skipped chapter five for now to read chapter six. He had to know what he had dreamt about.

Chapter Six: Starcrystals

Starcrystals are a shiny, colorful, solid substance believed to be in the middle of every star. After getting through every layer of stardust, (which would take approximately 100 years to do) is one small stone.

This stone is indeed special and powerful. Nobody really knows the properties of this stone. The truth is that no one ever really found one. It's properties and special powers were not discovered although we know it must be powerful since it origin is Stardust. I am sad to say we don't have too much information about this subject because I know it would be rather interesting and informative for the scientists to make new discoveries.

Starcrystals don't have a true color. The truth is that every color reflected into the crystal becomes part of the color. Since there are millions of colors in stardust there are millions of colors in the crystal already. If the crystal was untouched by color the crystal would either be clear or silver, but you will not ever find a starcrystal like that.

Harry looked up. That was too short. Harry wanted to know more. He sensed that it might have an importance of some kind. He thought hard and again experienced the feeling of wanting to know more about planets beyond Earth, beyond the Milkyway... but this time he wanted to know more about stars...

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Harry was holding a Starcrystal. His surroundings were a blur of color. The indescribable moving of the colors was magnificent. Harry squeezed it in his palm and felt power running through his fingers and spreading so that soon his whole body was engulfed in the magic. Magic pulsed up and down his body in a way that felt like warm mist and made him relaxed... for a moment... until...

Harry felt a sharp pain in his pocket. His surroundings had became cold and very dark. Inside his pocket, Harry's fingers closed around a small round ball that burned so hot he could hardly keep hold of it. He took it out of his pocket to find his Midnight ball, Red with danger. Harry heard cold laughter at the suffering hand. He knew that he must act know. The pain from the ball grew stronger until...

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Harry woke up with his scar searing with so much pain he pressed both of his hands upon it. After a moment, Harry sat up and grabbed for his Midnight ball, only to find it quite cool, though he could not tell the color in the dark. Harry, fully relieved placed the ball on his bedside table. His scar still hurt badly as he lay back down. Harry suddenly remembered what had happened in the kitchen earlier that night.

Why would Hermione have a dream about him? How could it be true? Was there some reason that he should know about the Starcrystal before he goes to Hogwarts, (which was approaching rapidly.) He thought about Hermione becoming a prefect and Ron accidentally dropping an ingredient into one of Fred and George's experiments creating Ron's Tickling Tarts. The good thoughts about his friends helped him to fall asleep again.

Harry woke up to see Ron lying awake. "Morning," Ron mumbled. "Morning," Harry replied tiredly. Harry dressed and went downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Lupin, Moody, Sirius, Fred, George, Ginny, and Hermione already there. "I'm going to go shopping for school supplies today Harry dear. Anything extra you need me to pick up," Mrs. Weasley asked. Harry shook his head.

He sat down next to Hermione. She seemed tired too. He did not waste time telling her about his dream, (in a low voice so that nobody else could hear.) Then Ron walked in as Mrs. Weasley put breakfast on the table. Harry had just finished when Ron came in. Hermione didn't get a chance to reply when Ron sat next to Harry and began talking to him, and although Harry appeared to be quite interested, what Harry really needed was for Hermione's advice on his current dream.

Finally Harry managed to get some time alone with Hermione. "Obviously danger," Hermione said. "Harry," she said, "This year you really must be careful." "I know," Harry said sarcastically but with a smile. Hermione's eyes twinkled. Harry looked at Hermione and...

Ron barged in. "Ron, honestly, what did I tell you about knocking," Hermione said slightly annoyed. Ron just shrugged and then asked, "What's going on?" "I was getting advice from Hermione," Harry explained. Then he told Ron everything. "Bloody hell," Ron said when he was finished. "Harry," Ron said in a questioning tone. "You won't... don't—" "Don't do anything stupid," Hermione finished. "Both of you," she said glaring at Ron. "What did I do?" Ron asked curiously, though not expecting an answer. When he did not get one he said to Harry, "Sirius wants to talk to you Harry. He is in Buckbeak's room." Harry left the room to go and talk to his Godfather.

"Harry," Sirius said with a smile as Harry entered. He was feeding Buckbeak dead rats. "Harry, you know, there is something I have been wanting to talk to you about. Do you think I may be able to come with you to King's Cross Station in dog form?" Harry thought what Hermione would say. "Oh no Harry. You can't let him do that. I mean, what if someone recognizes him?" "No," Harry said. Sirius looked surprised. He clearly had not expected this answer.

"I want you to come Sirius but what if somebody recognizes you?" Harry asked. Sirius seemed a bit hurt, but soon recovered. "If you're sure," Sirius said tonelessly. "Positive," said Harry, and with that he left. Harry felt uneasy about it. Harry knew that he was just looking out for Sirius's safety but... Hermione was walking by, causing him to lose his train of thought. Hermione studied Harry's face and then asked, "Harry, are you okay?" Harry looked at her and explained it all. "You were right to refuse him you know?" Hermione said when Harry was finished.

Later Harry told Ron. "You should have let him go," Ron replied after hearing Harry's story. "Harry did the right thing Ron," Hermione insisted. "He hurt Sirius's feelings Hermione," Ron replied. "Who knows what might have happened if Sirius was there," Hermione continued. "Harry," said Ron eagerly, "there is still time to accept Sirius's offer." "Ron," Hermione said in a warning tone.

"Really Hermione," Ron exclaimed, "who would recognize a shaggy, black dog?" "You'd be surprised!" Hermione snapped back. "What's that supposed to mean?" Ron exclaimed angrily. Harry slipped out of the room before things between Ron and Hermione got worse. In a few days Harry would be back in Hogwarts were he truly belonged.